As we’re getting ready to say a proper goodbye to the house we’ve lived in for 11 years, I want to take some time to reminisce. A few readers shared they felt sad to see the house empty. An empty house to me meant that packing was done, so sadness was not an emotion I was experiencing!
But then again, our move might feel sudden, jolting, to most of you. To me, though, it’s been the plan for several years, so I’ve had time to prepare myself and say goodbye to it slowly.
When we put our house on the market over three years ago, as excited as I was at the prospect of buying an 1800’s stone farmhouse, I wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye to my 1940’s cape cod. I knew this, because I was trying to take as much as I could with me! I removed the chandeliers, sconces, and even the faucets! It’s a little silly now that I look back on it, but at the time, they seemed to be too precious to leave. I realize it was an indicator that I wasn’t ready.
Now, I’m ready. I’m leaving the faucets and sconces and all but one of the chandeliers. I’m even leaving some of the furniture and accessories that the new owners wanted.
I’m also at peace, because the people buying our home are wonderful people with a special story and they are the perfect family to occupy this home that’s been such a place of growth for us.
So, don’t be sad. This isn’t an end. It’s just the close of a chapter and the opening of a new one.
So, as I think about this house, my favorite view immediately came to mind. If you’ve seen even a handful of pictures of my house, you may have noticed that I like this shot…
The view is looking into the dining room from the home office (the old 1940’s kitchen).
I didn’t notice this view for several years, then one day I dropped a piece of plywood on my toe and sat in the chair in the corner of the office. As I was rubbing my sore toe, I looked into the dining room from a fresh, lower vantage point. Despite the throbbing, I actually thought, “Why have I not taken a picture from this position before!?”
So, I remedied that and it has become my favorite shot.
There’s something beautiful about the light, the composition of the table and chairs, the chandelier peeking into the corner and, of course, the star of the show – Eulalie the cow.
It’s even a great shot when I’m purging my house and the dining room table becomes a dumping ground, as dining room tables are apt to do.
My favorite view even graced the cover of Romantic Country magazine at one time…
As I was speaking to my mother-in-law today, I realized another reason why I’m not too sad about selling our house…
I can visit it right here on the blog. I can virtually sit in the chair in the corner of the home office and appreciate my favorite view anytime I want.
And I’m sure I will.